Insanity nods and leads the way.
A few cuts and claw marks are on some tree trunks.
Mistress sighs, "Eeyep...could be anything. May even be just some
teenage girl getting slaughtered." she shrugs, doesn't seem as
concerned for the matter as everyone else.
Angelina follows and looks at the claw marks she passes by. Her
ears lower at the sight. "I hope were not in too much danger.."
Angelina whispers to herself.
!! i use she/ne !!
mmm.. amongus macaroni... hey guys? what's that? uh. guys? guys?
you're gonna wanna see this....... [i proceed to get blown up]
Jeremy raised a brow at her and smiled faintly. "You don't seem too
worried. Although, I can't imagine this noise could scare you in
the slightest bit."
Brendon looked at the foot prints carefully, observing to see if
they were animal or human... or something in between.
Jeremy leaned back in his seat, relaxing a bit. "That can't be
true, there's gotta be something." He said. "Everyone's got
something they're afraid of. Or they're basically God."
They are human. One pair is of a child or small human, barefoot.
Other is larger boots, most likely male.
Insanity narrows her eyes, following the footprints onwards.
Mistress thinks for a moment, "....Fire." she says.
The water is slightly tinted pink.
Insanity looks closely and looks around and sees footsteps and
blood drops to a bush close by the river, "Someone check those
bushes."
Insaanity watches as Angelina moves the bushes.
A body of a hooded small teenage girl is in there. Back turned
toward the group. A large stab wound is in her lower back and
chest.
Insanity cocks her head, "She's dead, Angelina...Brendon, flip the
body. Let's get a look at her face."
She is getting a signal from God not to revive this person. But, no
reason why.
Brendon nodded, obeying and flipping the teen's body over.
Jeremy hesitated to tell. "Well... I guess... A loss of power." He
said. "But I guess there's nothing to be afraid of if there isn't
any power anymore, is there?"